Pir us na mari panty utar di or mari choot pa hat rak deya ma to mano janat ma poch gai. pir us na muj ko sida kia or mara lips pa apna lipa rak diya ...us ka muma or mara muma aps ma touch kar raha the .us ke nipple mare nipple ko touch kar rahe the.mai to mano satva asman pa the .pi r us na mare lips chore or mari gardan par kis karna lagi pir us na mare gight mume ko apna hath ma pakar liya or left muma ko suck karna suru kar doya mari choot ma to bas pani pani ho rahi the pir us na mari choot. "Tell you what, I'll give you one if we 69." "I've got no problem with that" I said, smiling a devilish grin. She flipped around and scooted back onto my chest. While she unzipped my jeans, I was pulling down her yoga pants. I pulled them down enough so that I could see her thong. It was pink and very small. I quickly pulled that out of the way . I pulled her back so she would be sitting on my face. I stuck my tongue into her pussy and started licking her clit.She gasped and looked. You slap your dick on my tongue and I lick it from balls to head; licking you clean; running my soft wet lips up and down its shaft before slipping its head between my lips. I cup your balls with one hand and stroke your cock with the other, wrap my moist lips over its head and lick inside its hole, tasting a mix of sweet pre cum and piss. I pull your thick foreskin back and gently suck and lick its head before taking it in deeper.“Uhhhh,” you gasp and start to thrust, fucking your thick cock. But then it was time for lunch break. My stomach felt empty and my co-workers sent me pitying looks before they hurried outside. The worst thing, though, was that my bladder made itself felt. I tried to press my thighs together and work on, but that only worked for half an hour, then the need to pee grew urgent. I swallowed my pride and walked on wooden legs to Marietta’s desk that throned at the end of the office, twice as wide as everyone else’s. I stood for a good minute, but she acted as if.